A leap from the edge of the woven placemat landed me squarely on a white ceramic saucer. Clink! The stainless steel teaspoon resting along the rim tilted abruptly, its handle clattering down. Sudden movement. Spine locked instantly. Crest snapped upright to full height—entirely composed. Nothing startled me. Slowly, I extended one claw forward to tap the silver stem. It wobbled on the curved porcelain edge. A pivot point? Curious. I shifted my weight onto the narrow metal neck, calibrating each step until the seesaw leveled under my grip. Perfect equilibrium achieved.